Tiesto and Fonzerelli

Joe and I are now parents...puppy parents! We got the bug to get a dog around New Year's. Our good friends Max and Anna have an amazing Pug named Albert. I rang in the New Year with Albert on my lap. After moving to the dog friendly (seriously dogs go everywhere) city of LA, I wanted a little friend ASAP. Turns out I got what I wanted times two!

Joe and I found a great rescue called Pugs 'N Pals. We went through an extensive adoption process. We had to visit an adoption event down in the OC to fill out an application. We had an interview and a house check. We got news that we passed and were able to adopt on the 4th of July. We were going to adopt a 3-year old fawn male Pug, but the organization would not adopt him without a buddy. We figured if we were going to get two dogs we might as well get the two little black puppies.

Our puppies finally came home on Saturday. I have been dying to write about these guys, but have found myself consumed with feeding, walking, potty time and oh yeah still going to work. They are both passed out on my lap right now, so I took the opportunity to open my laptop and write.

Joe and I named our puppies Tiesto and Fonzerelli...yes after the techno DJs. They have been much better than I thought they would be. We have had a few accidents in the house, but they occur when I am not paying attention. The boys are attention whores. They love laying on my lap and they cry like crazy when I leave. (Poor Joe. He has to listen to the boys whine for 20 minutes before 5am when I go to the gym. He's a trooper and I know I have a keeper!). The boys are popular when we are out in the streets of LA. Everyone stops to pet the boys, including the bums (EWWWW!). They are not afraid to approach the big dogs either. The only things that really scares them are the buses. I can't blame them. The buses come whizzing by and make weird noises. We are definitely making progress in overcoming this fear.

Our life has been flipped turned upside down, but it is so worth it. Coming home from work is the best. As soon as my key hits the lock the boys start getting excited. The look on their faces is priceless when I come to get them in the bathroom. They are practically screaming, "mom pick me up!"

Speaking of the word mom, I constantly refer to myself as mom. Oh boy! I can only imagine how bad it will be when Joe and I have kids. It is kind of sad our conversations already revolve around poop and pee.

My only complaint is that I am exhausted! I am getting up 30 minutes earlier to take care of my boys. Having the alarm ring before 5am is kind of brutal. I was so out of it tonight that I forget to pay attention to the elevator floors. I hit my floor, but it didn't register. Tiesto, Fonzi and I rode the elevator all the way to the top floor. Opps. We started going down and stopped on what I thought was our floor. We got off and ran down the hallway (the boys love to run home). I put my key in the lock and got a red light (I thought are you kidding me, this key doesn't work again!). Turns out I was on the wrong floor and trying to get into the wrong apartment. We got off on floor 11, but live on 9. Duh! Oh well...the boys got to run down the hall again, which is not a bad thing. They need the exercise since over the last few days we have had to carry them outside. Spoiled! I guess that makes 3 of us, me and the boys.